Not About Racing
My mind races, so I drive fast,
they wave checkered flag for a checkered past,
taking victory laps, for always placing last,
I know, I'll still find a way to crash,
was that my life or a camera, I just saw a flash,
bowed my head, too late,
BAM, felt the crack,
...Hawaiian belly dancer flies off the dash...
The car spins, I grin, it feels like a win,
race track in the sky, air bag hitting chin,
stuck in the belt, but climbing out the skin,
start running from the scene, as C-P-R begins,
all in slow motion like I am meant to suffer,
It's a lifestyle that comes, when you're out burning rubber,
trying to earn heart like Earnhardt, as demons all hover,
that's how ford explorers leave a lot of road undiscovered.
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